Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.